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I have finished!!!! Praise!

Here's my little baby Dee who I love to death.
I'm hoping he can join

Just a quick unimportant note before anyone attempts to conquer this mangled mess of a description (bless you child)
Personality traits are located at the bottom cause they'll make more sense after reading history.
THE HISTORY IS SO LONG I'M SO SORRY. To anyone who reads it, I hope you find 50 dollars on the ground cause you deserve it.

Name: Charlie Liten

Nickname: Dee (only called by close friends)

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Height: 5’ 3”

Weight: 107 lb

Job: Prostitute

Hobbies: Gardening, Finding abandoned objects and making things out of them

Likes: Tea, warm drinks, sweaters, plants, friends

Dislikes: His job, the cold, abuse

History:

Charlie grew up without a mother or father, not knowing of his family other than his Grandmother. But that was enough for him. His grandmother made up for his missing parental figures and more. Not once did miss them, and not once did he feel incomplete without them. His Grandmother was his role model, his super hero, and above all else he loved her. The feelings were mutual as he was all she had. They were each others everything. She taught him how to be a kind, loving person, capable of being compassionate to others whether they did the same to him or not and he was there when everyone else she knew and loved had died before her. There was great reason for her survival too, as she had the vitality of a young bull, capable of taking on anything, even a limited lifetime.

But no matter how much mental energy someone has, at some point, the physical aspect takes a toll. Eventually she succumbed to the sickness of age. Two years from Dee graduating, she became bedridden, her life being supported only by the medical care available. But medical care costed money— money they didn’t have.

Charlie took it upon himself to search for a job. Naturally, his Grandmother grew concerned with school and enjoying youth to focus on. He assured her it would be, in fact, healthy for him to gain some working experience. After a great deal of persuasive discussions on his part, reluctantly she ceased opposing him, though she did not agree either. Partially, she was frustrated she had given him the responsibility of another’s life at such a young age. Charlie was having none of it and simply kissed her forehead before searching for a job.

Well paying jobs a such an age were difficult to come by or, at least, he thought such before he stumbled across a position as housekeeper, the qualifications allowing even him. Being a family of two, Charlie had been taught at an early age how to manage a house, and he rather enjoyed it so that wouldn’t be a problem but more importantly, this job payed well, and was part-time it seemed like the perfect deal.

At first.

Charlie hardly halfway through his interview, was almost immediately was given the job. But to officially accept it, Dee needed to sign a contract. Now the kid may have been eager for a job, but he was smart enough read the small print and check for everything.

Only...
He didn’t think to check the padded folder handed to him as a surface to sign on. Hidden beneath the surface was a contract of a different type of nature. As he signed the innocent contract, his signature was impressed upon the secret sheet.

As soon as his pen lifted, the lock to the door resounded and he was consumed by the sense of impending danger immediately.

From within the shadows emerged a rough looking group of men, one particularly standing out as the leader. He was informed the conditions of the true contract by this man. All he needed to know was everything he and his grandmother owned could be taken away from him if he refused to comply to their orders.

Without an alternative and the fear of losing his grandmother imminent, he had no choice but to obey. A part of him, desperately searching for an optimistic outlook, thought perhaps the work they gave him would not be too bad, on the assumption that a person of his stature without a full education and age, could not provide sufficient use to anything effecting him significantly.

He was wrong.

Prostitution was the future he now had in sight; that had him in its sight. A tool for other’s pleasure with no place for an opinion of his own nor on the technique executed. At first he tried to escape but that only made it worse, earning him a generous slap across the face and the promise of worse if he were to try it again.

Over the course of a week he was trained, his ‘clients’ being the members of the syndicate that initially deceived him. He would not be allowed to accept real clients until he learned not to cry or object to anything forced upon him. The longer it took, the rougher the sex got. Charlie learned quickly to shut his mouth and hold in his tears. Finding a detached place within his mind until it was over was the best thing he could do.

As this was going on, the only thing keeping his emotional and mental state in check was the check received at the end of the day and the face of his Grandmother as he came home. It broke his heart to keep it a secret from her, but he knew telling her would only make her condition worse, and for that there would be no point to his suffrage.

However, once he could finally accept real clients, they forced him to change locations, to a city completely under their control and where business was booming. This meant leaving his Grandmother. For good. Devastated, but knowing leaving her alive rather than allowing her to die, he obediently follower orders. He gave her reasons along the lines of not needing to finish school because he found the job of is dreams. He knew she did not buy it, but she had raised him not to lie without a good reason so she trusted him, a sentiment ready to bring him to his knees in a flood of tears and apologies. Instead he kissed her farewell and left with a heavy heart, the greatest regret of his life; that is the last time he ever saw her.

Over a year had gone by without him being allowed to leave the city, only a letter every few weeks, which he lived for, kept them in touch.

Because of this, news reached him none to quickly that his Grandmother had passed away.

He begged his owner to let him go visit her grave, but they refused. Without anything left to threaten him with, he was liable to run away. They would keep him right where they could see him. But he was tenacious, trying for days, even boycotting work to which the punishments were severe. Nothing worked.

The guilt of having lied to her up until her death and of letting her die all alone ate at him until it too, owned him. He became nothing more than an empty shell with soulless eyes and a sunken in face. Barely eating or sleeping he was, essentially, dying.

Until one day, the last letter reached him. An old friend sent him a box of mementos collected before their house was torn down, the letter located at the very bottom. Within it contained the words his grandmother had written within her dying moments. Just seven simple words that changed his life.

“I love you, my dyr älskad. Be strong.”

As he read, he heard his grandmother speaking to him, in that familiar, loving voice he’d always know. A voice encouraging him, telling him he needed to forgive himself, and that she had nothing to forgive him of.

He realized the the year spend in depression had been wasted, and even though he could not change his situation— he was too far into the grasp of the syndicate— he could still live his life to the fullest, refusing to be defeated by a cruel twist of fate. And soon, the Dee his grandmother had raised and loved came back. He became alive again. Him again.

He promised his grandmother and himself to live life with happiness, even if the circumstances were not so kind, for that was how he grew up and that is how he would continue to live.

Pokémon: Dedenne

Nature: Gentle

Move set: Nuzzle, Protect, Helping Hand, Thunder Wave

Personality:

Charlie is extremely kind, willing to give away the little he has if judges someone needs it more than him. He readily listens to peoples problems offering advice if they need or want it. Though he does recognize when people don’t appreciate an outside butting into their lives.
In that case he tries to become an insider.

Despite his innocent appearance, given to him by a slightly rounded face, Charlie is very mature. Having suffered through a lot and survived with his sanity (somehow) he gained a surplus of life experience in return. Part of the reason he can offer advice is because he’s been down— and is still on—a brutal, confusing road himself. Many, upon first glance, deem him a friendly idiot, always smiling. Though it is indeed the case that he is almost always with a smile, he is most certainly not ill mentally. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. His mentality has grown quite strong, and he stays positive always, because he knows looking for that silver lining is ten time more gratifying than traveling down that dark path again. Besides, smiles tend to be contagious.

Charlie’s intelligence may be mediocre at best in an academic setting, but he’s very perceptive, being part of the reason he’s so good at offering effective advice. He doesn’t mind sharing his personal opinion if asked but will never force it on another.

Charlie refuses to enjoy the physical pleasure received on his job because he strictly believes that physical contact is meaningless if it’s not with the person you love— a value also preached by his Grandma. However, he takes his job very seriously and doesn’t complain. Never does his shirk his work, upholding to his contract partially out of fear and partially as a means—ironically of opposing his job. He wants to show that the job couldn’t take all of his morals away from him, so while defeating one of the principals taught to him as a kid, in a way he combats it with another, not matter how contradictory it may be.

Though his dislike personally for the job does not mean he’s no respect for the people of the same occupation. He believes as long as they enjoy their job and choose it for themselves, then they have every right to do as they please. His morals are his own, he doesn’t expect everyone to live by them. As such he’s very open minded, capable of sympathizing and empathizing with a broad spectrum of people.

Despite not liking the physical aspect of his job, in a way he enjoys meeting different types of people. The customers of prostitution usually come for two reason; the sex, or they feel lonely, neglected. To the latter, he enjoys listening to their problems and offering solutions— at least, it beats the alternative. Sometimes, he can get away with avoiding the sex in return for being a good listener, even having couple of regular clients that do just that.

Dee dislikes physical conflict and is by all means a pacifist, preferring only to be able to protect himself rather than hurt others, hence his terribly lacking move set.

And one of the most important thing, is Dee is loyal to his friends. He is friendly to all, but not all are his friends. Dee will do absolutely anything for his friends and will never betray them.

Ability: Pickup

Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Dee can love anyone who loves him, be they guy or gal

Character Relationships:

Romaine— Dee met Romaine about a three month well into his depression. Pale faced with the appearance of a walking skeleton, he made eye contact with her on the streets and smiled. It’s amazing he even registered her existence, much less mustered a smile. Looking back he realizes he wasn’t even thinking in that moment, his body moving completely on his own. Then suddenly, this lady was ushering him into her house, feeding him and offering consolation; a safe haven. Honestly, Dee may have died a few times over if it weren’t for her. Though her sanctuary didn’t improve him too much mentally— the wall was much too thick for anyone to break— the forcing of food down his throat brought a little bit of the color back to his cheeks, and he didn’t look like the walking dead some of the time. After Dee turned his life around, he realized how much she’d truly done for him and how important she had become in his life. She had become an irreplaceable friend in his life, as such he did not want to lose her, namely to the drugs. He vowed to help her with her drug addiction, and she kept her place open to him at all time. But more than anything he enjoys her company as a companion and friend.
Extra Information:

He has supa soft hair

His grandmother would often knit him sweaters so he developed an affection for them.

The nickname of Dee came from his grandmother calling him dyr älskad meaning dear beloved in Swedish. He could not say it completely when he was little, only managing to get the di- sound out and thus, developing his nickname into Dee. To him that nickname is more dear to him than his actual name.

His grandmother loved myosotis (forget-me-not flowers). At first he began keeping them as a sort of memorial for her, but soon he started to enjoy caring for them, independent for their meaning. His interest progressed to other flowers and then other plants in general. It did not take long for him to develop a love for gardening and now owns a fairly luxuriant seasonal garden on the roof of his apartment.

Whoo
Good job guys what a marathon. Take a nice break and eat a cookie or something.

Description

I have finished!!!! Praise!

Here's my little baby Dee who I love to death.
I'm hoping he can join

Just a quick unimportant note before anyone attempts to conquer this mangled mess of a description (bless you child)
Personality traits are located at the bottom cause they'll make more sense after reading history.
THE HISTORY IS SO LONG I'M SO SORRY. To anyone who reads it, I hope you find 50 dollars on the ground cause you deserve it.

Name: Charlie Liten

Nickname: Dee (only called by close friends)

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Height: 5’ 3”

Weight: 107 lb

Job: Prostitute

Hobbies: Gardening, Finding abandoned objects and making things out of them

Likes: Tea, warm drinks, sweaters, plants, friends

Dislikes: His job, the cold, abuse

History:

Charlie grew up without a mother or father, not knowing of his family other than his Grandmother. But that was enough for him. His grandmother made up for his missing parental figures and more. Not once did miss them, and not once did he feel incomplete without them. His Grandmother was his role model, his super hero, and above all else he loved her. The feelings were mutual as he was all she had. They were each others everything. She taught him how to be a kind, loving person, capable of being compassionate to others whether they did the same to him or not and he was there when everyone else she knew and loved had died before her. There was great reason for her survival too, as she had the vitality of a young bull, capable of taking on anything, even a limited lifetime.

But no matter how much mental energy someone has, at some point, the physical aspect takes a toll. Eventually she succumbed to the sickness of age. Two years from Dee graduating, she became bedridden, her life being supported only by the medical care available. But medical care costed money— money they didn’t have.

Charlie took it upon himself to search for a job. Naturally, his Grandmother grew concerned with school and enjoying youth to focus on. He assured her it would be, in fact, healthy for him to gain some working experience. After a great deal of persuasive discussions on his part, reluctantly she ceased opposing him, though she did not agree either. Partially, she was frustrated she had given him the responsibility of another’s life at such a young age. Charlie was having none of it and simply kissed her forehead before searching for a job.

Well paying jobs a such an age were difficult to come by or, at least, he thought such before he stumbled across a position as housekeeper, the qualifications allowing even him. Being a family of two, Charlie had been taught at an early age how to manage a house, and he rather enjoyed it so that wouldn’t be a problem but more importantly, this job payed well, and was part-time it seemed like the perfect deal.

At first.

Charlie hardly halfway through his interview, was almost immediately was given the job. But to officially accept it, Dee needed to sign a contract. Now the kid may have been eager for a job, but he was smart enough read the small print and check for everything.

Only...
He didn’t think to check the padded folder handed to him as a surface to sign on. Hidden beneath the surface was a contract of a different type of nature. As he signed the innocent contract, his signature was impressed upon the secret sheet.

As soon as his pen lifted, the lock to the door resounded and he was consumed by the sense of impending danger immediately.

From within the shadows emerged a rough looking group of men, one particularly standing out as the leader. He was informed the conditions of the true contract by this man. All he needed to know was everything he and his grandmother owned could be taken away from him if he refused to comply to their orders.

Without an alternative and the fear of losing his grandmother imminent, he had no choice but to obey. A part of him, desperately searching for an optimistic outlook, thought perhaps the work they gave him would not be too bad, on the assumption that a person of his stature without a full education and age, could not provide sufficient use to anything effecting him significantly.

He was wrong.

Prostitution was the future he now had in sight; that had him in its sight. A tool for other’s pleasure with no place for an opinion of his own nor on the technique executed. At first he tried to escape but that only made it worse, earning him a generous slap across the face and the promise of worse if he were to try it again.

Over the course of a week he was trained, his ‘clients’ being the members of the syndicate that initially deceived him. He would not be allowed to accept real clients until he learned not to cry or object to anything forced upon him. The longer it took, the rougher the sex got. Charlie learned quickly to shut his mouth and hold in his tears. Finding a detached place within his mind until it was over was the best thing he could do.

As this was going on, the only thing keeping his emotional and mental state in check was the check received at the end of the day and the face of his Grandmother as he came home. It broke his heart to keep it a secret from her, but he knew telling her would only make her condition worse, and for that there would be no point to his suffrage.

However, once he could finally accept real clients, they forced him to change locations, to a city completely under their control and where business was booming. This meant leaving his Grandmother. For good. Devastated, but knowing leaving her alive rather than allowing her to die, he obediently follower orders. He gave her reasons along the lines of not needing to finish school because he found the job of is dreams. He knew she did not buy it, but she had raised him not to lie without a good reason so she trusted him, a sentiment ready to bring him to his knees in a flood of tears and apologies. Instead he kissed her farewell and left with a heavy heart, the greatest regret of his life; that is the last time he ever saw her.

Over a year had gone by without him being allowed to leave the city, only a letter every few weeks, which he lived for, kept them in touch.

Because of this, news reached him none to quickly that his Grandmother had passed away.

He begged his owner to let him go visit her grave, but they refused. Without anything left to threaten him with, he was liable to run away. They would keep him right where they could see him. But he was tenacious, trying for days, even boycotting work to which the punishments were severe. Nothing worked.

The guilt of having lied to her up until her death and of letting her die all alone ate at him until it too, owned him. He became nothing more than an empty shell with soulless eyes and a sunken in face. Barely eating or sleeping he was, essentially, dying.

Until one day, the last letter reached him. An old friend sent him a box of mementos collected before their house was torn down, the letter located at the very bottom. Within it contained the words his grandmother had written within her dying moments. Just seven simple words that changed his life.

“I love you, my dyr älskad. Be strong.”

As he read, he heard his grandmother speaking to him, in that familiar, loving voice he’d always know. A voice encouraging him, telling him he needed to forgive himself, and that she had nothing to forgive him of.

He realized the the year spend in depression had been wasted, and even though he could not change his situation— he was too far into the grasp of the syndicate— he could still live his life to the fullest, refusing to be defeated by a cruel twist of fate. And soon, the Dee his grandmother had raised and loved came back. He became alive again. Him again.

He promised his grandmother and himself to live life with happiness, even if the circumstances were not so kind, for that was how he grew up and that is how he would continue to live.

Pokémon: Dedenne

Nature: Gentle

Move set: Nuzzle, Protect, Helping Hand, Thunder Wave

Personality:

Charlie is extremely kind, willing to give away the little he has if judges someone needs it more than him. He readily listens to peoples problems offering advice if they need or want it. Though he does recognize when people don’t appreciate an outside butting into their lives.
In that case he tries to become an insider.

Despite his innocent appearance, given to him by a slightly rounded face, Charlie is very mature. Having suffered through a lot and survived with his sanity (somehow) he gained a surplus of life experience in return. Part of the reason he can offer advice is because he’s been down— and is still on—a brutal, confusing road himself. Many, upon first glance, deem him a friendly idiot, always smiling. Though it is indeed the case that he is almost always with a smile, he is most certainly not ill mentally. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. His mentality has grown quite strong, and he stays positive always, because he knows looking for that silver lining is ten time more gratifying than traveling down that dark path again. Besides, smiles tend to be contagious.

Charlie’s intelligence may be mediocre at best in an academic setting, but he’s very perceptive, being part of the reason he’s so good at offering effective advice. He doesn’t mind sharing his personal opinion if asked but will never force it on another.

Charlie refuses to enjoy the physical pleasure received on his job because he strictly believes that physical contact is meaningless if it’s not with the person you love— a value also preached by his Grandma. However, he takes his job very seriously and doesn’t complain. Never does his shirk his work, upholding to his contract partially out of fear and partially as a means—ironically of opposing his job. He wants to show that the job couldn’t take all of his morals away from him, so while defeating one of the principals taught to him as a kid, in a way he combats it with another, not matter how contradictory it may be.

Though his dislike personally for the job does not mean he’s no respect for the people of the same occupation. He believes as long as they enjoy their job and choose it for themselves, then they have every right to do as they please. His morals are his own, he doesn’t expect everyone to live by them. As such he’s very open minded, capable of sympathizing and empathizing with a broad spectrum of people.

Despite not liking the physical aspect of his job, in a way he enjoys meeting different types of people. The customers of prostitution usually come for two reason; the sex, or they feel lonely, neglected. To the latter, he enjoys listening to their problems and offering solutions— at least, it beats the alternative. Sometimes, he can get away with avoiding the sex in return for being a good listener, even having couple of regular clients that do just that.

Dee dislikes physical conflict and is by all means a pacifist, preferring only to be able to protect himself rather than hurt others, hence his terribly lacking move set.

And one of the most important thing, is Dee is loyal to his friends. He is friendly to all, but not all are his friends. Dee will do absolutely anything for his friends and will never betray them.

Ability: Pickup

Relationship Status: Single

Sexual Orientation: Dee can love anyone who loves him, be they guy or gal

Character Relationships:

Romaine— Dee met Romaine about a three month well into his depression. Pale faced with the appearance of a walking skeleton, he made eye contact with her on the streets and smiled. It’s amazing he even registered her existence, much less mustered a smile. Looking back he realizes he wasn’t even thinking in that moment, his body moving completely on his own. Then suddenly, this lady was ushering him into her house, feeding him and offering consolation; a safe haven. Honestly, Dee may have died a few times over if it weren’t for her. Though her sanctuary didn’t improve him too much mentally— the wall was much too thick for anyone to break— the forcing of food down his throat brought a little bit of the color back to his cheeks, and he didn’t look like the walking dead some of the time. After Dee turned his life around, he realized how much she’d truly done for him and how important she had become in his life. She had become an irreplaceable friend in his life, as such he did not want to lose her, namely to the drugs. He vowed to help her with her drug addiction, and she kept her place open to him at all time. But more than anything he enjoys her company as a companion and friend.
Extra Information:

He has supa soft hair

His grandmother would often knit him sweaters so he developed an affection for them.

The nickname of Dee came from his grandmother calling him dyr älskad meaning dear beloved in Swedish. He could not say it completely when he was little, only managing to get the di- sound out and thus, developing his nickname into Dee. To him that nickname is more dear to him than his actual name.

His grandmother loved myosotis (forget-me-not flowers). At first he began keeping them as a sort of memorial for her, but soon he started to enjoy caring for them, independent for their meaning. His interest progressed to other flowers and then other plants in general. It did not take long for him to develop a love for gardening and now owns a fairly luxuriant seasonal garden on the roof of his apartment.

Whoo
Good job guys what a marathon. Take a nice break and eat a cookie or something.